Injured/Hurt Meme

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  THE INJURED/HURT MEME
Injured by your own hand or someone else's, you still need help to get you through it. Let's hope someone finds you before it's too late!

This meme contains triggers of violence/possible sexual assault, proceed with caution.

- Post your character, name/series/preferences in the subject.
- Others go to random.org and roll numbers 1-8 to choose a scene!
- Play it out!

1. Stabbed. You were stabbed, maybe multiple times.
2. Shot. You were shot either once or multiple times.
3. Broken bone(s). You're suffering broken bones.
4. Head injury. Enjoy that concussion...
5. Beaten. You were beaten to a bloody pulp.
6. Used. You were used for some kind of physical labor to the point you can't move anymore... or maybe it was more base than just 'labor'.
7. Abuse. Your injuries stem from a long period of abuse and torture.
8. Other. Is there something else? Want to combine something? Do so here!

Hopefully it's alright that I posted in here.

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[sorcerous]

Consider me your wife, tame and eager by the hearth. Perhaps that will ease the shame of having me heal your wounds.

[fervidus]

Do not be a fool! It is the wounds, not your healing!


I was not only bested-- I was enslaved. Pardon me for finding shame in that.

[sorcerous]

Each warrior finds their limit, eventually.

[fervidus]

[She makes no reply to that and lays silent for a long moment. It isn't until the warmth of the hearth and his magic dulls more of the ache that she finds words again.]

I am indebted to you. For my life. But-- why?
How did you even know?

[sorcerous]

There is a thread running from your heart to mine. And each time that thread is tugged, I feel it in my heart.

[ Let her interpret as she will: an instinct of his, a tracking spell, or -- love. ]

[fervidus]

I should have expected you'd find a way to keep track of Thor's allies.

[The words come quick, as if she was hurriedly trying to cover up what he said before and the look that has passed her face when he said it.]

How is it that I don't feel this thread?

[sorcerous]

Are you so certain you don't?

[ What is it, that binds them together? Loki's knowledge is greater than the depth and breadth of an ocean, and he knows it not.

He holds his eyes on hers, though, and wonders what flits behind her eyes. ]

[fervidus]

[No. Says the feeling that has lingered within her chest now for some time. She scoffs and sets off a coughing fit as her ribs protest. When it passes her words come tighter.]

I do not know about this spell you've placed on me...but I knew.
Somehow I knew before you appeared that you would come.

[She looks right back into his eyes; questioning and less guarded then before.]

Is that part of your magic?

[sorcerous]

Not mine, Sif. I believe, instead, that it is yours.

[ She has placed him under an enchantment, hasn't she? Stolen away his heart, whether he wishes it, knows it, wants it.

He turns away from her. ]

I will release you, when you ask it of me truly, with strength, not out of false honor.

[fervidus]

False hon-- no. I won't condemn you for not knowing the difference. I should expect it.

[There was still fire enough in her words, though there was not much left in her body.

She sighs. Exhausted of his games as well.]

What do you want of me, Laufeyson?

[sorcerous]

What I want of you, I have already asked.

[ To go with him. To give him that ever-burning loyalty of hers.

He turns away from her, fire toying along his fingertips. He cannot contain his rage, but it only expresses himself in those orange-soft flickers. Like alcohol leaking from a flaw in a wooden barrel. ]

[fervidus]

[Sif does not answer, but she sighs. In that sound alone there is both parts exasperation and bitterness. They had done this dance before.]

Than you will have to keep me against my will. For as long as you can manage.

[As weak as she was now, she would be strong again...and then she would leave. She tried to convince herself that she would do whatever was necessary to accomplish this.]

[sorcerous]

[ He makes a soft sound, at that, something that spoke to the depths of agony within him. And when he turns back, his eyes are wet. ]

I will not keep you. A captive tigress has sharp claws, and I will not be torn further asunder.

You will go when you are capable of it.

[fervidus]

Come now, Loki. There would be no need for me to hurt you.

[She tries to laugh. Hoping that she can ignore the way his pain stares out through those eyes at her. Accusing her.]

You saved my life. I only wish to repay you and put this behind us.
[Repetition. She is running out of ways to circle around this talk. ]

[sorcerous]

You cannot repay me. I saved your life, and did not even have the decency to sully your honor or abandon you on a frosted mountain peak. You cannot speak well of me, for the Allfather will not listen. You cannot reward me, for it would be aiding the enemy of Asgard. And there is nothing you have, now, that I want.

I will leave you alone.

[ He turns to go. ]

[fervidus]

You lie.

[At the word "alone" her words come fast, almost desperate. She had half risen though she now turned away as if to curse herself.]

I said I would repay you! I will repay you. Enemy of Asgard or not, I will not go until I find a way.
Why must you complicate something so simple?

[sorcerous]

[ He darts back, shifting through shadow, and has a hand on Sif's throat. ]

The love of a snake, Sif, is never simple.

[fervidus]

[ She presses into his hand, eyes unafraid and burning.]

It could be.

We are far from Asgard, Loki. And while there you may be a snake and I a warrior, there are no roles here.

[sorcerous]

And yet, my bite still poisons, and you still struggle and thrash for your honor.

[ He shoves her back, angrily. ]

Take you care, or I will re-open your wounds.

[fervidus]

Why-- why would I not struggle to keep what I have fought and bled for?

[It takes a moment for the words to come, her body aching once more from even such a small act.]

But of course you don't understand. You do not share the same resolve.

Why didn't you just leave me rather then bring me here to poison me with your words?! If you wish to draw my blood you best do it now while I can not bite back.

[sorcerous]

My touch is poison. My breath is poison. I may speak words of healing, but, you see, I scar your soul regardless.

I should -- have left you on Asgard's doorstep.

[ And suddenly, he seems to cut a pitiful figure, small and thin-boned and sulking against the wall of his cave-home. ]

[fervidus]

Then why didn't you?

[The edge has left her voice, but the tension is still there. Coiled tight and waiting to burst into anger once more.]

Why bring us together again? Tormenting us both with-- with whatever this is.

[But looking out into the interior of this cave she begins to understand. Knows that she felt the same in that lone cell they kept her in and even sometimes at home in Asgard.]

[sorcerous]

[ Soft, and bitter: ]

As little as you think of me, my lady, I do know something of honor.

I could not leave you to die.

[fervidus]

But there is more than that.

[Her eyes turn back to him, guarded but at the same time trying to search something out in his.]

You said that what you would want of me you didn't any longer. But I want to know what it was you would have asked.

[sorcerous]

You.

[ He says it simply, though it is none so simple. ]

I would have you.

As my brother, I do nothing in half-measures.